Chapter 53

Mason stayed inside, talking to the owner, as Noah wandered about outside, looking around and watching other people take out their targets. The place was quieter than Noah would’ve expected, seeing what they had to offer. But that was perfect for what Mason and he had done: moving from one range to the next, playing with all of Mason’s toys.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Mason was right in Noah’s ear, and Noah hadn’t heard Mason come up to him.

He was too comfortable in his surroundings. Not a good thing. He’d make sure that didn’t happen again.

“Yeah. I’m good to go.”

They walked over to the truck and laid the guns behind Mason’s seat.

“What did you think?” Mason asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“The place was awesome. Wish I had something like it closer to home.”

Mason got up into the truck. “They just opened three years ago. Before that, the places around here only catered to the hand guns or skeet.”